What time is it? It’s Time

The photograph has no time. Paintings are in Time as extended by labor. The photograph has no time. It makes sense, therefore, to say that Being is or has time as long as it is lost within the time of Memory, a time indefinitely prolonged by making itself indicate nothing other than itself, that is,…

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I(:) met you

Picture yourself in an art gallery eyeing the mysterious beauty of some post-modern painterly disaster hanging on one of the gallery walls. Conceive now the world you are standing in, the very same world that holds in its bosom those atrocious paintings hanging on the gallery walls, as one unitary painterly mess. Yourself now, as Pantocrator,…

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